star-crossed || kim taehyung

chapter two

"Ya Jimin-ah," Hobi-oppa began. "What do you want?"

The hell is this guy doing knocking over at my place at such an indecent hour?

He looked between Hobi and me for a couple of times just switching back and forth until he finally comes back to his senses. Even with this distance between us, he reeks of beer and sweat; I wonder what he's been doing up 'til now.

"Ah hyung," he began while wearing an impish smirk I'd very much like to punch off of his face. "It's quite late to be up here checking on your favorite tenant, don't you think? Unless you guys are doing something else," he said with his eyebrows going up and down.

I pushed past Hobi and looked at my downstairs-neighbor-slash-deafening-party-host-slash-fuckboy-in-town Park Jimin aka Korean shit.

"Ya," I raised an eyebrow at him. "You're the one who looks trashed, you bastard. How did you even come up here in that state?"

"I flew, you idiot. Your floor ain't that high."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you feel higher than this floor. Cos you look stoned as fuck."

"Okay kids, stop the bickering and let me through," Hobi-oppa sauntered right by us and out the door and placed the trash bag beside the railing near the stairs. Yeah, I knew he placed that there so I wouldn't forget to take it out later in the morning. I rolled my eyes at him.

Jimin shifted his foot and wobbled slightly on his feet. He reached towards the door for balance as I turned and looked at him warily.

"Seriously, what're you doing here?" I asked. The smirk that's forever plastered on his face grew.

"I just wanted to invite you over to my party. My boys said they wanted more girls," he slurred.

Now that there is no absolute barrier between my ears and the ear-splitting soiree happening in his flat, I can definitely tell you that even those underground ants have their hearing ability impaired by tomorrow because of him.

"Jimin, it's friggin' one in the morning and you're still inviting people over? What time are you gonna end it then?"

"Damn it. Stop sounding like our mom, hyung," he told Hobi who spoke unexpectedly behind him. "Besides, it's not like anybody's complaining."

How will anyone complain when you're the owner of the damn building?

Jimin swayed on his feet again and lost his grip on the door. I watch him stumble on his own while trying to get a hold of anything close to him to keep him from falling.

Turns out my shirt is the closest.

"Shit, August—"

I don't know if it's Hobi-oppa who called my name or Jimin or myself because who knows it's probably my soul who got separated from my physical body trying to grab my head or something but it doesn't matter now.

Jimin dropped on his back and dragged my shirt with him, which then caused me to fall on top of him. Fuck.

The beer can flew out of my hand during the clash. I quickly scrambled to stand up but I found myself stumbling right down again. Jimin is still gripping tightly my shirt and my wrist. And he's not opening his eyes.

I tried sitting on him cos its just my shirt and wrist he's holding on to. I looked up to see Hobi's mouth left quite ajar while gawking at us. Yeah, I can imagine just how much of a great sight we must be, but seriously??